Gwen, ahead of the other girls and back in Hishu, enters the Sworns' communal Den, eaving the door open for the others. She's eager. Very eager. A shard of a spirit, possibly a unique item in the entire world. This was going to be interesting. Maybe even fun.

"Anyone home?" she calls out to the house at large. Apparently her eagerness to solve the spirit matters let her be lax enough to bring Morgan into the pack's Den. It's something she simply hasn't given that much thought to. We have a piece of downtown! The hisil's gonna be fixed!

Cory's voice somes from the kitchen, along with something, a spoon or fork, scraping a plate in that annoying "scrapescrapescrape" Cory does when he is trying to get the last bit of food, without resorting to licking.

Mateo comes out of his room, having left the Shard piece in his room secure so it would be unbothered. He goes to the fridgerator, grabbing a plate of food, and taking a few bites, and then leaving the plate on the counter to rot in peace, food for Scavenger-That-Never-Tires.

Sure I'll get use to that Samantha though as she walked in not long after Gwen. The shadow wasn't exactly what she had expected. But then again being a werewolf was still something new for her.

"Well, good to see this place isn't deserted." She said, cracking her knuckles and hearing a satisfying crack from them. Paws really got things locked in place after awhile, it was good to be in Hishu again. Not that she didn't mind urhan. "Whats to eat?"

Cory glances at the plate Mateo left behind, then glances at Mateo and Gwen.

Leave it, he tells himself. That is Mateo's offering. He glances at the plate, then looks at his own, nearly spotless from his efforts. My offering to Scavender-That-Never-Tires is still in the ditch down the road. Half of it, anyway.

"There are some left-overs in the fridge. Or, you can order pizza. I won't object to pizza."

Morgan tenatively makes her way into the den. She keeps her posture respectful, what with entering another pack's home and all. She nods to those already gathered, giving Mateo a deeper nod, then finds a convenient wall to lean against.

Gwen moves into the kitchen herself, motionning Morgan forward. "Make yourself at home, no enemies here." Looking around at the guys, she adds, "You have no idea how glad I am none of you are wearing an apron."

She digs around the fridge and cupboards, taking out what was necessary for a turkey and tomatoes sandwich. She liked to give Scavenger her favorites. It made the sacrifice feel real.

"So,..." she starts, trying to push the guys towards something. "Don't make me beat the answers out of you guys. What did you find?"